First Waltz

Yesterday, my dad hung up a shelf in our living room so we can put all our beautiful "homey" decor on it.
Every girl in the house has at least one fine china figurine that we were allowed to choose as a child.  I hadn't seen mine in years.  Turns out it was tucked away in a box somewhere, swathed in copious amounts of bubble wrap.  Well, mom wiped it out to put on the shelf.  I was curious to see it because, to be honest, I had thought about it a total of zero times since I packed it away two moves ago.  I didn't remember what it looked like.

Well here she is:

 

A lovely young woman, in a cream and salmon dress with extravagant sleeves, skirt, an updo that defies the laws of physics.  At first, I was like.  "What possessed me to choose her?"  Then I noticed her "title" on the bottom of the figurine.  It says "First Waltz".  So, this mystery lady is about to have her first waltz, maybe even at her first ball.  She certainly looks young enough.  Her face gazes in a steady, almost hard expression, with her chin held high.  I personally believe she is evaluating the man who is asking her to this waltz.  Examining his face to see if he is worthy of her first dance, at her first ball.  She must like what she sees because her hand lifts her skirt as if about to curtsy. 

All in all she just exudes an air of steadiness and youthfulness.  Like a young woman just stepping out into the world with a firm and fair head on her shoulders.  I like her.  And I might be reading too much into this.  And I may need to stop writing blog posts when I am so tired.